Chapter Two

      Questioning her lack of common sense, Laurel followed Addy into the brightly painted lavender bedroom. The centerpiece was a glossy white canopy covered with a floral comforter and lined with stuffed animals.

      She smiled at the perfect little-girl’s room. And she didn’t need to be here. She didn’t need to be reminded of everything she didn’t have in her life. A home and family of her own. One of the main reasons she wanted to marry last fall, even if she’d chosen the wrong man. A sudden thought popped into her head. Where was this child’s mother?

      “This is Bobby. Her name is Bonnie,” Addy said as she pointed to the two baby dolls sitting on the windowsill.

      Laurel sat down beside the child. “Oh, they’re so precious.” She looked at Addy. “Could I hold one?”

      With Addy’s enthusiastic nod, Laurel carefully picked up Bobby and cuddled the doll close. “He looks like a real baby.”

      A pleased-looking Addy followed Laurel’s example and reached for the other doll. “I pretend Bobby is my little brother and Bonnie is my sister so I won’t be all by myself.” The light went out of her eyes that were so much like her father’s. “’Cause sometimes I get scared.”

      Laurel understood the girl’s feelings. She’d been an only child until a few months ago when her twin sister, Brooke, had shown up at her door. Best day of her life.

      “Maybe you’ll get your wish and your parents will have another baby someday.” Why did she hate the thought of Kase with another woman? It had been years since he’d left here, and since he’d left her.

      Addy looked at her with tears in her eyes. “We can’t have any more babies...’cause my mommy died.”

      Oh, my God. She hadn’t heard that bit of news. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Laurel reached for the tiny girl and pulled her into her arms. Warmth spread through her as she inhaled the soft powdery scent of a sobbing Addy. Her heart ached for the child, wishing she could help her more.

      Finally the girl stopped crying, but Laurel continued to rub her back. “You are lucky you have your dad and your grandpa to take care of you.”

      Addy raised her head. “My daddy loves me and so does Papa.” Her lips trembled again. “But my mommy didn’t.”

      “Oh, Addy, that’s not true.”

      The little girl brushed away tears from her cheeks and nodded. “She said I was a bad little girl. Then she went away and never came back.”

      Kase stood outside his daughter’s bedroom, his fists clenched at his sides as he listened to the conversation. Damn you, Johanna. Yet his wife didn’t deserve all the blame. He hadn’t been around for his daughter, either. He was ashamed he’d allowed the abuse to happen. What kind of father did that make him?

      Then he heard Laurel’s soothing voice. “I can’t imagine you were ever a bad girl, Addy. Look how nice you treat your dollies. I bet your mother was just having a bad day.”

      He stole another glance inside to see Laurel brush back his child’s hair gently. “We all have bad days,” she repeated.

      Addy sat up and Laurel used the bottom of her shirt to wipe away the child’s tears.

      “So Mommy didn’t mean it?” Addy asked.

      “Of course not. She was probably tired. I’m sure she would be so proud of you for being such a good girl for your daddy.”

      “I am, ’cause he’s so sad. I’m good for Papa Gus, too. I help him with the dishes, and I go get things ’cause his hip hurts a lot.”

      “What a good helper you are. And you’re only four years old.”

      Kase’s heart tripped at the sight of his daughter’s sudden smile. He moved out of view but listened to the sound of their laughter. Guilt washed over him, thinking about all the selfish choices he’d made in the past ten years. And it’d all started with Laurel Quinn.

      * * *

      AFTER PULLING HIMSELF TOGETHER, Kase headed back downstairs. If he didn’t have enough to deal with, there was now this to go with his daughter’s adjustment to living here, the legal fight with his in-laws and his father’s hip surgery.

      Besides facing the possibility of a pregnant mare, Laurel was in this house. Pretty Laurel Quinn had been his girlfriend when they both were in high school. There had been a time when she’d spent more time here than at her house, especially that last summer before he’d gone off to college. Their relationship lasted for a little while longer until he realized that Laurel would never want the same things he did. He came home for holiday break and ended it soon after.

      He shook away the memory of that day when he’d told her goodbye. Several times in the past few years, he’d questioned his decisions, but he couldn’t change them. Now he was back to square one, and living in Hidden Springs again.

      Since being back, he’d expected to run into Laurel occasionally, just not having her dumped on his doorstep. And not looking so fresh and pretty, and with a shapely body wrapped up in a pair of snug jeans and a Henley shirt. She’d turned his head a long time ago and nearly kept him from his dream. He couldn’t let it happen again, even if they were tied together with a possible foal.

      Kase walked into the small country kitchen and looked around to see the sorry shape of the room. The peeling paint on the walls was the same color as when he left, along with the worn vinyl floor and ancient appliances. If he was going to be home, he needed to do some remodeling.

      His father turned from the counter, carrying two mugs of coffee. The older man made his way across the kitchen, his limp more pronounced than earlier. He probably hadn’t taken any pain pills. Stubborn man.

      Kase went to him. “Here, let me get those.”

      His father glared. “Getting out of my way is the only help I need, thank you.”

      Meeting his steely-gray gaze, Kase quickly moved out of the way.

      At sixty-five, Gus Rawlins was tall and still slender. His face was weathered from years in the sun and his gray hair was thinning under the battered cowboy hat he wore at all times, except inside. He had a bum hip from his rodeo days long ago, then the years in the saddle, training his quarter horse.

      Gus made his way to the kitchen table without spilling a drop. He sat down and doctored his coffee with cream and sugar.

      His father nodded toward him. “Aren’t you going to drink yours?”

      Kase took a sip, then asked, “How do you feel about what happened with Honor’s Promise?”

      The old man tried to hide his grin behind his mug. “I’ve heard good things about that stallion. If I’d been able, I’d have bought that animal myself. We might just get a good colt out of this...accident.” His father raised an eyebrow. “Question